Assorted Meh.

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Taxes are done. Yes, the government owes me money. To K, as well. I'd say I'm gonna blow it all on ale and whores, but it's going to pay off a chunk of credit card debt and basically disappear silently. Looking at last year's income vs. expenses... yeah, not with the fun.

*insert get-over-it-you-emo-stomping-fuck whining about general disinterest in writing, gaming, etc, here*[1]

Happened to catch Sabres/Bruins on HDNet last night. Their announcers and camerawork suck, but I'll take watever Sabres fix I can get. Wednesday night was spent as a couch-bound sack of shit watching Caddyshack and Real Genius.[2]

On call this week/end, which has been a pain in the ass. Things exploding expectedly and unexpectedly, and always at oh dark thirty.

No real plans for the Super Bowl, other than rooting for Indy.

Found the IR reciever I thought I'd lost.... after the replacement arrived. Still haven't finished cleaning my office. Or the Dark Continent, which is my next target. The fact that Willow has been in spaz mode, chewing on any newspapers and cardboard boxen she can get her jaws and paws on, is only adding to the "dear god, don't let anyone drop by and visit" decor at the moment.

Spamalot was much fun last weekend. Glad K dragged me to it. We even made a date of the evening (and, Gothopians take note, we got superb service once again at TBBC, and Dale hizzownself came over to check on us and shoot the breeze).

Our co-ed office softball team is.... well, we're going to be overmatched most of the time this season, if the first game (Tuesday) was any indication. Maybe the men's team will fare better (beginning next Thurs). I'll miss a handful of games with each, because hockey trumps softball.

Been to the gym or done something similar six times this week. Scale says I'm up 4 pounds, but down 3% in terms of body fat. We'll see what the tape measure has to say this evening.

Beard Satus: Goatee plus scruffy, shot with silver.
Still not King.


[1] I'm aware this is one of the clinical symptoms of depression. You know what I'm taking for it? Naps.
[2] Apparently, K pictured me dressing like Val Kilmer's character when I was in college. Other than, you know, the looks and the chutzpah, yeah. I had fuzzy Garfield slippers, not bunny ones, though. If you can picture John Cryer as a goth/punk... and a dork. Uh, yeah. And I wondered why I couldn't get laid.

Comments

[lisamantchev.livejournal.com]

I thought you couldn't get laid because of Teh Conspiracy.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

That was years later.

[tomakins.livejournal.com]

I'm YouTube crazy this week:

[etcet.livejournal.com]

"This week"?

[ladysoleil.livejournal.com]

Glad you got to see Spamalot. I had a really good time watching it- generally I have a hatred of showtunes, but in this case I allowed myself to be convinced.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

The fact that it was poking fun at the tropes ("This is the song that goes like this" and "You must have a Jew" were my favorites), as well as being witty and clever, certainly helped.

Of course, during "jew," i nearly wet myself, because we had to do the same bottle dance when my high school put on "fiddler," and i was a participant. The secret, of course, is velcro. :-)

[marchenland.livejournal.com]

D00d, I WISH naps worked on my depression. But it was like... 17 hours later when i woke up, I STILL wondered if modern cars can be coerced to spit carbon monoxide, or if they'd let me buy a shotgun if I looked like I'd been crying for 3 days. Plus, you know, a week of sleeping for most of the day is a good way to lose your job. After literally years of this, it was time to face the chance that it was chemical.

All I'm sayin' is, if naps do not help after (long, long) while, there's nothing wrong with going to something stronger.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Mine is, fortunately, fairly transient and not too severe. I tend to just nap and bitch more than usual, and almost nobody notices [or if they do, they don't let on. ;-)]